Ygritte
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
The quiet of the forest was like a comforting embrace to her. Despite the loss of her own abilities, there was a residual love for all flora alike. The salmon and sienna mare searches for a fragment of peace that her mind deems to shatter over and over again. In the recent times, Kreios has been gone...she is only left to tend to their family as he sought whatever it is that completed him (or so she thinks). Their youngest is growing stronger by the day, adventurous and spirited.
Ygritte had been humming softly to herself as she stands within a skeletal grove of trunks, her own form leaner with her worry she carries for the whereabouts of the king and their youngest child as well. Dark eyes look off to where the boy had last gone to paw around in the frosted tips of vegetation.
His scent reaches her long before his physical form does. Lobes catch him with the edge of her eye as he approaches but as she is working to wall herself up against his words but...
But when he presses himself into her space...his lips against her skin and the caress of the twitching lobe, she is melting against him. The words she had prepared were her armor, the formal introduction, the casual conversation, scroll like a marquee but in that very instant is when Ygritte closes her eyes to bury against the downy fur and feel the strength of his body against her. The words simply dissolve in the flood of emotions as they sweep over her.
The collected structure she had held since his time away melted like new fallen spring snow. Ygritte wants to be angry, to lets the tears fall but it all dissipates as his scent frightens away the fears and suspecting questions that had welled in her mind and breast. She fells him against her, he is chilled by the sweat upon his skin and the mare pulls away far enough with concern that darken the amber eyes. All she can, and wants, to do is gently touch her lips to his cheek and trace from his jowl and down the length of his neck to rest her own smaller skull on the muscular withers.
Had the stallion not been so forceful...so possessive...Ygritte would had suspected the worst but in this moment she can feel her body crave him. It was certainly not about sex but just to be close to him, around him...to have his scent tangle in her own hair. "I have missed you too, my love." She had not called him so in the past but the words move easily from her lips, the vibrations of her throat against his spine. They had been lovers, rulers, a family but the word 'love' was an elusive term they had both avoided but now-
Now the word flutters from her lips. Lids fall over the dark eyes as they begin to threaten to spill tears in the rush of emotions that ripple within her, vibrations from the after shock of an earthquake. "Please don't go again." The words are soft as they are whispered to him. The walls that Ygritte had built came tumbling down so quickly it frightened her yet she now knows that he is the one, no matter how far he traveled or how long he was gone, she would always wait for him.
Always.
Ygritte had been humming softly to herself as she stands within a skeletal grove of trunks, her own form leaner with her worry she carries for the whereabouts of the king and their youngest child as well. Dark eyes look off to where the boy had last gone to paw around in the frosted tips of vegetation.
His scent reaches her long before his physical form does. Lobes catch him with the edge of her eye as he approaches but as she is working to wall herself up against his words but...
But when he presses himself into her space...his lips against her skin and the caress of the twitching lobe, she is melting against him. The words she had prepared were her armor, the formal introduction, the casual conversation, scroll like a marquee but in that very instant is when Ygritte closes her eyes to bury against the downy fur and feel the strength of his body against her. The words simply dissolve in the flood of emotions as they sweep over her.
The collected structure she had held since his time away melted like new fallen spring snow. Ygritte wants to be angry, to lets the tears fall but it all dissipates as his scent frightens away the fears and suspecting questions that had welled in her mind and breast. She fells him against her, he is chilled by the sweat upon his skin and the mare pulls away far enough with concern that darken the amber eyes. All she can, and wants, to do is gently touch her lips to his cheek and trace from his jowl and down the length of his neck to rest her own smaller skull on the muscular withers.
Had the stallion not been so forceful...so possessive...Ygritte would had suspected the worst but in this moment she can feel her body crave him. It was certainly not about sex but just to be close to him, around him...to have his scent tangle in her own hair. "I have missed you too, my love." She had not called him so in the past but the words move easily from her lips, the vibrations of her throat against his spine. They had been lovers, rulers, a family but the word 'love' was an elusive term they had both avoided but now-
Now the word flutters from her lips. Lids fall over the dark eyes as they begin to threaten to spill tears in the rush of emotions that ripple within her, vibrations from the after shock of an earthquake. "Please don't go again." The words are soft as they are whispered to him. The walls that Ygritte had built came tumbling down so quickly it frightened her yet she now knows that he is the one, no matter how far he traveled or how long he was gone, she would always wait for him.
Always.
Ygritte.
(your words are perfect <3 annnd i may have to have more kregritte babies in the near future)